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Famine’s fingers drum against my skin, and my heart is in my throat.

“So, you’re worried that I’ll catch something from you?” he says, scrutinizing me.

My pride lay in shambles on the floor, but I nod, feeling very, very young and inadequate. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

Famine’s fingers dig in. “That is oddly … touching of you to worry about me, but for the love of your vengeful God, can I please kiss your pussy now?” Even as he speaks, he leans back in and I have to catch him again by the hair.

He sighs, even as he tilts his face to me. “What now?”

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” I ask—because I’m not sure that he does.

“I cannot catch diseases,” the Reaper says. “Now, will you unhand me?”

He can’t catch diseases.

He can’t catch diseases.

I release his hair.

Famine rests his forearms on my inner thighs. “Thank you,” he says.

And then he leans in and gives me a very different kind of kiss.

Chapter 36

Holy Mother of …

I nearly levitate off the ground.

It’s been so long since anyone’s lips have touched my pussy, I’d nearly forgotten the sharp, almost painfully sensitive sensation that came with it.

Famine’s mouth moves over my outer lips, all but devouring me.

I try to stifle a moan. It slips out anyway.

In response, I feel him smile against me.

Oh my God.

I stare dazedly above me at the dark sky, trying to remember how Famine and I got here, with his face pressed against my core.

We were supposed to be enemies, right?

I don’t think enemies do this …

His tongue slips inside me, and I let out a yelp. My heart is thundering, and thank goodness it’s beginning to drizzle because this situation is starting to make me sweat.

Famine’s hands glide over my thighs as his lips work against me, and I think he’s taking in the feel of me—allof me. But then his mouth finds its way to my clit—

I jerk away from him—or at least I try to. His hands turn into manacles, pinning me in place.

“Unless you want things to getveryinteresting, I suggest you stop squirming,” he says.

I pause to eye the Reaper. “Things could get more interesting than this?” I say breathlessly. I mean, a horseman of the apocalypse isgoing down on me.

Famine responds by nipping my clit, andholy shit. I squirm—I squirm like my life depends on it.

The Reaper breaks away. “I do so hate following through on threats,” he says.

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